Courtyard House: From Deputy Division Commander to Civilian, Progressing All the Way

On the Korean battlefield, he had never flinched in the face of American planes and artillery, or MacArthur's military police. But now, watching his wife dry heaving, pale-faced, this decisive and ruthless division commander found his palms sweating profusely.

Tian Yu turned on the tap to rinse her mouth, leaned weakly against Lin Yang's strong chest, and waved her hand: "It's nothing, I probably caught a chill last night and my stomach is upset."

Lin Yang frowned, picked Tian Yu up by the waist, and strode towards the sofa in the living room.

"Caught a cold? How could you catch a cold with the heating on so well in the house? No, Xiao Li!"

Lin Yang shouted loudly towards the door.

The guard, Xiao Li, immediately pushed open the door, stood at attention, and saluted: "Commander!"

"Get the car ready! We need to get to the military hospital immediately!"

Tian Yu tugged at Lin Yang's sleeve and complained softly, "You're just making a fuss over nothing. I'm just a nurse, don't I know my own body? You don't need to go to the hospital."

"Nurses can't treat themselves! You have to go!" Lin Yang's tone left no room for argument. He grabbed the officer's coat from the hanger and wrapped Tian Yu up completely.

Half an hour later, at the Obstetrics and Gynecology Clinic of the Military Region General Hospital.

An elderly military doctor with gray hair pushed up his reading glasses, looked at the test results in his hand, then looked at Lin Yang sitting opposite him, who was as nervous as a greenhorn, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Commander Lin, where did your aura of dominating the US Commander-in-Chief on the battlefield go?" The old military doctor put down the lab report and said with a smile, "Don't worry, you're not sick."

Lin Yang paused, placed his hands on his knees, and leaned forward slightly: "Not sick? Then why are you vomiting so badly?"

The old military doctor handed over the test results.

"Congratulations, Commander Lin! Comrade Tian Yu is pregnant. She's been pregnant for almost two months."

boom!

These words were like a bombshell, exploding directly in Lin Yang's mind.

He took the lab report blankly, staring at the professional medical data on it. His large, calloused hands, used to holding guns, began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

Is she pregnant?

Am I going to be a father?!

Lin Yang suddenly turned his head and looked at Tian Yu sitting next to him.

Tian Yu's hands were tightly clasped on her lower abdomen, and two charming blushes had already appeared on her gentle and pretty face, her eyes filled with tears of happiness.

"Wife..." Lin Yang's voice was terribly hoarse. He pulled Tian Yu into his arms with surprising force, but then realized what he was doing and quickly loosened his grip, afraid of hurting the new life inside her.

"I'm going to be a father! I, Lin Yang, am going to have an heir!"

This young war god, who had crawled out of piles of corpses and was used to life and death, was now in the clinic as excited as a child who had received a big jar of candy.

The old military doctor looked at the revolutionary couple with eyes full of satisfaction.

"Comrade Tian Yu has a good foundation, but the intense work she did in the field hospital a few years ago left her somewhat depleted. Once she gets back, she must pay attention to nutrition, get plenty of rest, and absolutely avoid heavy physical labor."

Lin Yang nodded repeatedly, memorizing every word the old military doctor said: "Don't worry, from today onwards, I'll take care of all the housework. She can stay home and focus on her pregnancy!"

Back at Yuquanshan Compound.

Lin Yang gave his bodyguard, Xiao Li, a direct order: get the best nutritional supplements from the logistics department—walnuts, red dates, old hens, and fresh crucian carp—and send them home every day in different ways.

Tian Yu watched Lin Yang clumsily making chicken soup in the kitchen, and felt sweeter than if she had drunk honey.

Just as Lin Yang was immersed in the immense joy of becoming a father.

A secure red phone call from headquarters went directly to the living room of Building 6, Unit A.

"Yes. Understood. I'll be right there."

Lin Yang hung up the phone, his tenderness vanishing instantly, replaced by the unfathomable, cold, and aloof demeanor of a general.

"Yangzi, have we received a mission from above?" Tian Yu walked over and straightened his military uniform collar.

Lin Yang nodded, his gaze deep: "The Korean War has ended, but another tough battle for the country has only just begun. The commander summoned me, I guess he's going to move me around."

One hour later.

Lin Yang's jeep drove into the heavily guarded headquarters.

The room was filled with smoke.

General Peng sat on the sofa, holding an enamel mug. Sitting next to him were several key leaders of the State Council in charge of industrial development.

"Report!" Lin Yang shouted loudly from outside the door.

"Come in!" General Peng put down his teacup and beckoned.

Lin Yang strode into the conference room, stood at attention, and saluted.

"Please sit down." A high-ranking official in charge of the economy gestured to the chair opposite him, his eyes filled with admiration. "Comrade Lin Yang, you displayed the might of Chinese soldiers on the Korean battlefield. But we didn't call you here today to talk about fighting."

The leader stood up and walked to a huge map of China's industrial distribution hanging on the wall.

"We have won the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, and the external environment is temporarily stable. The Central Committee has decided to fully launch the First Five-Year Plan! Our focus must shift from the battlefield to economic construction!"

The commander picked up his baton and tapped it heavily on the map several times.

"To build, we must develop industry! Our country's industrial foundation is too weak right now. We can't even manufacture a single car or a tractor. We need to spend five years building up this industrial framework!"

The leader turned around and looked at Lin Yang.

"In order to adapt to this strategic shift, the central government has made significant adjustments and refinements to the industrial sector."

The leader began to explain the current industrial layout to Lin Yang in detail, explaining that the name of each department represented the future lifeline of the country.

"First, there's the Ministry of Heavy Industry, headed by Comrade Wang Heshou. This is the 'big brother' of our country's industrial sector. It oversees the Iron and Steel Industry Administration Bureau, the Nonferrous Metals Industry Administration Bureau, the Chemical Industry Administration Bureau, and the Building Materials Industry Administration Bureau. It controls the very backbone and lifeblood of the nation's industry!"

"Secondly, there is the First Ministry of Machine Building. It was just separated from the Ministry of Heavy Industry last year, and Comrade Huang Jing was appointed as its minister. It was mainly responsible for the manufacturing of civilian machinery, machine tools, automobiles, and ships. The Changchun First Automobile Works is their next major project."

"Furthermore, there's the Second Ministry of Machine Building. Comrade Zhao Erlu is the minister. You need to pay special attention to this department. It operates under the guise of the Ministry of Industry, but its secrecy level is extremely high. In reality, it's in charge of our national defense and weapons industry! Tanks, artillery, ammunition, and even future cutting-edge nuclear industry research—it's all under their control!"

"There was also the Ministry of Fuel Industry, with Comrade Chen Yu as its minister, in charge of coal, electricity, and petroleum—the power source for machinery. And the Ministry of Textile Industry and the Ministry of Light Industry were responsible for solving the clothing and daily necessities problems for the people nationwide."

The leader meticulously reviewed the current national industrial structure, as if he knew it by heart.

Lin Yang listened very attentively. He knew that the leader was definitely not here today specifically to give him a history lesson.